I've spent so much time and energy making sure everyone else is okay and happy, that I'm not okay and happy. But the irony is, neither are they!
I don't think - I'm realizing this - it's my job to work on them. I need to focus on ME. On being God's beautiful vision of me. If I was that, I'd be happy AND I'd inspire and encourage others to be their best, too, which ..... Would make them happy!
Practical action steps off the top of my head:
Set down the iPhone. I only need it in the daytime to hear my working kid call or text. This action will free a lot (loooooot) of time.
Focus on my health. No health, no me, right? This needs to be my #1 focus.
Focus on spaces. I can't have clutter to think clearly. This action helps my family, so...BONUS!
Focus on my nest. I enjoy 'nesting,' so it's one of the areas I've neglected. I need to decorate, make inspiring spaces, clean up...
Of course, family isn't going to be neglected in this, but on the contrary, they would be soooo blessed by me taking care of me. I would be much more help to them than now: with me frustrated and going in circles and putting a BandAid on wounds, but not effectively healing anything, really.
Ready, set, go, girl.
(blogged on my iPhone so I won't have an excuse to not blog -- sorry for any wacky formatting!)
I'm on a mission this month, October, not to find myself, but to remember myself. I have spent the past few years giving, giving, giving, and I've recently realized how empty I am. Realizing that opened my eyes to all I have let go: cooking, housecleaning (deep-cleaning, not daily stuff), some schoolwork, blogging....
I don't regret the past few years of giving. I was mainly giving to teens who came our way and made our house their home. Teens were at our house every other day, if not more, and I LOVE that. I'm so very thankful they came.
But all of "my boys" graduated in the spring and suddenly, it's just our family on the weekends. We still have teens around, since three are our own, but we don't have a houseful of bonus kids.
First, I pouted that they grew up. And then, I remembered that life is full of seasons. This season is one of rest and renewal.
I can't wait to adopt a new set of teens who want a second home, but in this season, I'm remembering myself....I'm cleaning, sorting, crafting, blogging (!), cooking, and remembering all I love to do.
(blogging from my iPhone, so I won't have an excuse not to do it -- please forgive any wacky formatting)
10. She's a beautiful, flighty, happy, honest, artsy soul. Never worried or stressed; if it's worth being mad about, she's angry in one loud expressive moment, then just as quickly over it.
Sometimes, I see the preteen in our 10 year old, our baby, and gahhhhh, not yet, please. Not yet. She gives more than she takes - flowers, drawings, feathers, giggles - and I don't know if I have the energy for the scale to shift quite yet.
Photo by Lori Seaborg (me!) of our 15yo daughter and her 17yo best friend on the day of his homeschool graduation. Since the kids were dressed up, we thought we'd do a photoshoot on the bay. Our daughter created this graphic with a favorite quote.
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